“Well, so long, mister——” he began, and at that moment John Bennett moved out from the shadow of the house. “Good-bye, Mr. Maitland,” he said. Maitland did not speak. His eyes were open wide with terror, his face blanched to the colour of death. “You . . . you!” he croaked. “Oh, my God!” He seemed to totter, and the girl sprang to catch him, but he recovered himself, and, turning, ran down the path with an agility which was surprising in one of his age, tore open the gate and flew along the road. They heard his dry sobs coming back to them. “Father,” whispered the girl in fear, “did he know you? Did he recognize you?” “I wonder,” said John Bennett of Horsham. CHAPTER XXV IN REGARD TO SAUL MORRIS DICK GORDON ’phoned across to headquarters, and Elk reported immediately. “I’ve discovered six good get-away bags, and each one is equipped as completely and exactly as the one we found at King’s Cross.” “No clue as to the gentleman who deposited them?” “No, sir, not so much as a clue. We’ve tested them all for finger-prints, and we’ve got a few results; but as they have been handled by half a dozen attendants, I don’t think we shall get much out of it. Still, we can but try.” “Elk, I would give a few years of my life to get to the inside of this Frog mystery. I’m having Lola shadowed, though I shouldn’t think she’d be in that lot. I know of nobody who looks less like a tramp than Lola Bassano! Lew has disappeared, and when I sent a man round this morning to discover what had happened to that young man about town, Mr. Raymond Bennett, he was not visible. He refused to see the caller on the plea that he was ill, and is staying in his room all day. Elk, who’s the Frog?” Elk paced up and down the apartment, his hands in his pockets, his steel-rimmed spectacles sliding lower and lower down his long nose. “There are only two possibilities,” he said. “One is Harry Lyme—an ex-convict who was supposed to have been drowned in the _Channel Queen_ some years ago. I put him amongst them, because all the records we have of him show that he was a brilliant organizer, a super-crook, and one of the two men capable of opening Lord Farmley’s safe and slipping that patent catch on Johnson’s window. And believe me, Captain Gordon, it was an artist who burgled Johnson!” “The other man?” said Dick.